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[eagledingly]

[So Lewis is sneaking back into the house after his pick-Poland-up-and-carry-him-home-trip. Covering this up will be a bit hard though, with blood all over his front and his bare feet all muddy. He just hopes that he can make it to the bathroom and then back into his room without running into anyone.]

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[faucetedingly]

...

[Sorry, papa is here waiting for you. :] ]

Where have you been?

[eagledingly]

[... He'd curse. If he did curse. But a good boy doesn't curse.

And it will be hard to deny anything with what his clothes look like.]

Outside.

[faucetedingly]

What were you doing outside? You are a mess.

[eagledingly]

[There is no way to lie about this successfully. He should get this over with as fast as possible, everything else will probably make things worse. Also, there is pride and honor.]

I found Feliks.

[rezzedingly]

[There's a heavy thudding on the front door.]

[It's Jack Harkness, Feliks's dad. He's pissed, red blooded, American, and he's armed.]

[eagledingly]

Yes?

[Not opening the door yet. The curtains are drawn, so there is no way to look inside.]

[rezzedingly]

I'm here about my son. [He doesn't yell, but his voice carries through the door just fine.]

[eagledingly]

How is he now?

[It's not hard to guess whom the man is talking about. Just... sorry. No way that he could open the door.]